Devin exhales in a huff of silent laughter, shaking his head. Zephyr's statement isn't funny, really, but he can't help but acknowledge how bloody similar the two of them are. The irony is amusing, if a little stark.

"And here I thought it couldn't get more destitute than mine," the vampire remarks, stepping properly inside the room so he can lean back against the adjacent wall. Lately, Devin's social life has been positively packed by comparison, seeing as he has a partner and other people who insist on making sure he eats and spends time on something other than work. "It seems I'll be passing off another title to you, then."

His eyes turn to X. The reader looks... peaceful, he supposes. Comas tend to do that. "Did you bring him here?"